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imaginative  quality  as  rare  as  it  is 
pleasurable  to  discover,  a  quality  that 
children  themselves  are  very  quick  to 
recognize,  and  that  when  set  before 
them  in  appropriate,  graphic  form,  is 
one  of  the  most  important  of  all  aids  to 
their  intellectual  development." — Boston 
Beacon. 


EUGENE  HELD 

Gekefof  W  KENNETH 
GRAttAME,  <-xj^  artf- 
CHARLES 
ROBINSON 


CMAKLES 

L01SIOOM 
JOHN      LANt 


COPYRIGHT  1892  AND  1897  BY  JULIA  SUTH- 
ERLAND FIELD,  1892  BY  MARY  FRENCH 
FIELD,  1893  AND  1894  BY  EUGENE  FIELD. 


Lullaby- 
land. 


preface 


'There  is  a  sort  of  a  garden  — 
or  rather  an  estate^  of  park 
and  fallow  and  waste — nay, 
perhaps  we  may  call  it  a  kingdom,  albeit  a 
nomans-land  and  an  every  mans  land — which 
lies  so  close  to  the  frontier  of  our  work-a-day 
world  that  a  step  will  take  us  therein.  Indeed \ 
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some  will  have  it  that  we  are  there  all  the  time, 
that  it  is  the  real  fourth  dimension,  and  that  at 
any  moment — if  we  did  but  know  the  trick  —  we 
might  find  ourselves  trotting  along  its  pleasant 
alleys,  without  once  quitting  our  arm-chair. 
Nonsense-Land  is  one  of  the  names  painted  up 
on  the  board  at  the  frontier-station ;  and  there 
the  custom-house  officers  are  very  strict.  You 
may  take  as  much  tobacco  as  you  please,  any 
quantity  of  spirits,  and  fripperies  of  every  sort, 
new  and  old ;  but  all  common-sense,  all  logic, 
all  serious  argument,  must  strictly  be  declared, 
and  is  promptly  confiscated.  Once  safely  across 
the  border,  it  is  with  no  surprise  at  all  that 
you  greet  the  Lead  Soldier  strutting  somewhat 
stiffly  to  meet  you,  the  Dog  with  eyes  as  big  as 
mill-wheels  following  affably  at  his  heel ;  on 
the  banks  of  the  streams  little  Johnny -he  ad-in- 
air  is  perpetually  being  hauled  out  of  the  water ; 
while  the  plaintive  voice  of  the  Gryphon  is 
borne  inland  from  the  margin  of  the  sea. 

Most  people,  at  one  time  or  another,  have 
travelled  in  this  delectable  country,  if  only  in 
young  and  irresponsible  days.  Certain  un- 
fortunates, unequipped  by  nature  for  a  voyage 

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in  such  latitudes,  have  never  visited  it  at  all, 
and  assuredly  never  will.  A  happy  few  never 
quit  it  entirely  at  any  time.  Domiciled  in  that 
pleasant  atmosphere,  they  peep  into  the  world  of 
facts  but  fitfully,  at  moments ;  and  decline  to 
sacrifice  their  high  privilege  of  citizenship  at 
any  summons  to  a  low  conformity. 

Of  this  fortunate  band  was  Eugene  Field. 
He  knew  the  country  thoroughly,  its  highways 
and  its  byways  alike.  Its  language  was  the 
one  he  was  fondest  of  talking ;  and  he  always 
refused  to  emigrate  and  to  settle  down  anywhere 
else.  As  soon  as  he  set  himself  to  narrate  the 
goings-on  there,  those  of  us  who  had  been 
tourists  in  bygone  days,  but  had  lost  our 
return-tickets,  pricked  up  our  ears,  and  listened, 
and  remembered,  and  knew.  'The  Dinkey-Bird, 
we  recollected  at  once,  had  been  singing,  the  day 
we  left,  in  the  amf alula-tree ;  and  there,  of 
course,  he  must  have  been  singing  ever  since, 
only  we  had  forgotten  the  way  to  listen. 
Eugene  Field  gently  reminded  us,  and  the 
Dinkey-Bird  was  vocal  once  more,  to  be  silent 
never  again.  Shut-Eye  Train  had  been  starting 
every  night  with  the  utmost  punctuality ;  it  was 
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we  who  had  long  ago  lost  our  way  to  the 
booking-office  (I  really  do  not  know  the 
American  for  booking-office}.  Now  we  can 
hurry  up  the  platform  whenever  we  please ',  and 
hear  the  doors  slam  and  the  whistle  toot  as  we 
sink  back  on  those  first-class  cushions  /  And 
the  Chocolate  Cat,  —  why,  of  course  the  cats 
were  all  chocolate  then  !  And  how  pleasantly 
brittle  their  tails  were,  and  how  swiftly,  though 
culled  and  sucked  each  day,  they  sprouted  afresh! 
It  is  an  engaging  theory,  that  we  are  all  of 
us  just  as  well  informed  as  the  great  philo- 
sophers^ poets,  wits,  who  are  getting  all  the 
glory ;  only  unfortunately  our  memories  are  not 
equally  good — we  forget,  we  forget  so  terribly  ! 
'Those  belauded  gentlemen,  termed  by  our  fathers 
"makers" — creators,  to  wit  —  they  are  only 
reminders  after  all :  flappers,  Gulliver  would 
have  called  them.  The  parched  peas  in  their 
gaily-painted  bladders  rattle  with  reminiscences 
as  they  flap  us  on  the  ears ;  and  at  once  we 
recall  what  we  are  rightly  abashed  beyond 
measure  to  have  for  one  instant  forgotten.  At 
any  rate,  it  is  only  when  the  writer  comes 
along  who  strikes  a  new  clear  note,  who  does  a 
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thing  both  true  and  fresh,  that  we  say  to  our- 
selves, not  only  "  How  I  wish  I  had  done  that 
myself/  " —  but  also  "And  I  would  have  done 
ity  too  — if  only  I  had  remembered  it  in  time!  " 
Perhaps  this  is  one  of  the  tests  of  originality. 

Of  course  I  am  touching  upon  but  one  side  of 
Eugene  Field  the  writer.  An  American  of 
Americans,  much  of  his  verse  was  devoted  to 
the  celebration  of  what  we  may  call  the  minor 
joys  which  go  to  make  social  happiness  in  the 
life  he  lived  with  so  frank  and  rounded  a  com- 
pletion—  a  celebration  which  appealed  to  his 
countrymen  no  less  keenly,  that  the  joys  were  of 
a  sort  which,  perhaps  from  some  false  sense  of 
what  makes  fitness  in  subject,  had  hitherto 
lacked  their  poet  —  on  that  side  at  least.  'This, 
of  course,  was  the  fault  of  the  poets.  And 
though  I  spoke  just  now  of  minor  joys,  there 
are  really  no  such  things  as  minor  joys  —  or 
minor  thrushes  and  blackbirds.  Fortunately 
this  other  aspect  does  not  need  to  be  considered 
here.  I  say  fortunately,  because  it  is  not 
given  to  a  writer  to  know  more  than  one 
Land — to  know  it  intimately,  that  is  to  say,  so 
as  to  dare  to  write  about  it.  'This  is  the  Law 


PREFACE 

and  the  Prophets.  Even  that  most  native 
utterance,  which  sings  of  "the  clink  of  the  ice 
in  the  -pitcher  that  the  boy  brings  up  the  hat!" 
appeals  to  us  but  faintly -,  at  second-hand.  'That 
pitcher  does  not  clink  in  England. 

In  this  spheral  existence  all  straight  lines, 
sufficiently  prolonged,  prove  to  be  circles :  and 
a  line  of  thought  is  no  exception.  We  are 
back  at  the  point  we  started  from  —  the  con- 
sideration of  Eugene  Field  as  a  citizen ;  of  a 
sort  of  a  cloud-country,  to  start  with;  and 
later,  of  a  land  more  elemental.  In  either 
capacity  we  find  the  same  note,  of  the  joy  of  life. 
We  find  the  same  honest  resolve,  to  accept  the 
rules  and  to  play  out  the  game  accordingly ;  the 
same  conviction,  that  the  game  is  in  itself  a 
good  one,  well  worth  the  playing.  And  so, 
with  no  misgiving,  he  takes  his  America  with 
just  the  same  heartiness  as  his  Nonsense- 
land. 

The  little  boy  who  should  by  rights  have 
been  lost  in  the  forest,  by  the  white  pebbles  he 
had  warily  dropped  found  his  way  back  safely 
to  sunlight  and  to  home ;  and  to  keep  in  touch 
with  earth  is  at  least  to  ensure  progression  in 
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temperate  and  sweet-breathed  atmosphere,  as 
well  as  in  a  certain  zone,  and  that  no  narrow 
one,  of  appreciation ;  the  appreciation  of  our 
fellows,  the  world  over ;  those  who,  whatever 
their  hemisphere,  daily  jind  themselves  pricked 
by  a  common  sun,  with  the  same  stimulus  for 
every  cuticle,  towards  pleasures  surprisingly 
similar. 

KENNETH  GRAHAME. 


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CONTENTS- 


Ihm'Lcfl 


of^Ghild 


The  Rock-a-By  Lady 
Garden  and  Cradle 
TJie  Night  Wind 


Page  21 
29 
35 


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CONTENTS 


Tlie,  Dinkey-Bird 

So,  so,  Rock-a-by  so! 

The  Duel 

Good- Children  Street 

The  Bottle  Tree 

Lady  Button-Eyes 

The  Ride  to  Bumpville 

Shuffle- Shoon  and  Amber-Locks 

The  Shut-Eye  Train 

Little- Oh-Dear 

The  Fly- Away  Horse 

"Fiddle-Dee-Dee" 


Page  44 
47 
53 
59 
65 
71 
79 
85 
91 
99 
105 
113 


TJie  Sugar-Plum  Tree 

Krinken 

Pittypat  and  Tippytoe 

Little  Blue  Pigeon 

Teeny-  Weeny 


Druro: 


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CONTENTS 

Buttercup,  Poppy,  Forget-me-not  Page  159 

Wy liken,  Blynken,  and  Nod  165 

Little  Mistress  Sans-Merd  173 

Hi-Spy  170 

Little  Boy  Blue  183 

Heigho,  my  Dearie  189 

Fairy  and  Child  195 

Child  and  MbtJier  201 

Ganderfeather's  Gift  207 


Irom  "The  ^ccond  Book  of 

Telling  the  Bees  Page  217 


Lonesome  little 

«  The  Holy  Cross  and  Other  Tales. 


Contentment  Page  225 


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POEMS  FROM  "  LOVE 
>ONCS  OF  CHILDHOOD 


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The  Rock-iby 


r 


Lady. 


THE.  KOCK-A- 
BY  LADY 


T'HE  Rock-a-By  Lady  from  Hushaby  street 


i 


Comes  stealing ;  comes  creeping ; 


The  poppies  they  hang  from  her  head  to  her  feet, 
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THE    ROCK-A-BY    LADY 


And  each  hath  a  dream  that  is  tiny  and    fleet 
She  bringeth  her  poppies  to  you,  my  sweet, 
When  she  findeth  you  sleeping ! 


There  is  one  little  dream  of  a  beautiful  drum  — 

"  Rub-a-dub  !  "  it  goeth ; 
There  is  one  little  dream  of  a  big  sugar-plum, 
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;  THERE  IS  ONE  LITTLE  DREAM 
OF    A    BEAUTIFUL    DRUM" 


THE     ROCK-A-BY    LADY 

And  lo !  thick  and  fast  the  other  dreams  come 
Of  popguns  that  bang,  and  tin  tops  that  hum, 
And  a  trumpet  that  bloweth  ! 

And  dollies  peep  out  of  those  wee  little  dreams 

With  laughter  and  singing; 
And  boats  go  a-floating  on  silvery  streams, 
And   the   stars   peek-a-boo  with   their   own   misty 

gleams, 


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THE    ROCK-A-BY    LADY 

And   up,    up,    and   up,    where    the   Mother    Moon 

beams, 
The  fairies  go  winging ! 


Would  you  dream  all  these  dreams  that  are  tiny 

and  fleet? 

They  '11  come  to  you  sleeping ; 
So  shut  the  two  eyes  that  are  weary,  my  sweet, 
For  the  Roek-a-By  Lady  from  Hushaby  street, 
With   poppies  that    hang   from    her   head  to   her 

feet, 
Comes  stealing ;  comes  creeping. 


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arid  Cradle. 


TVTHEN    our    babe    he    goeth    walking    in    his 

7  '  garden, 

Around  his  tinkling  feet  the  sunbeams  play ; 
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GARDEN    AND    CRADLE 

The  posies  they  are  good  to  him, 
And  bow  them  as  they  should  to  him, 

As  fareth  he  upon  his  kingly  way; 
And  birdlings  of  the  wood  to  him 

Make  music,  gentle  music,  all  the  day. 
When  our  babe  he  goeth  walking  in  his  garden. 


When  our  babe  he  goeth  swinging  in  his  cradle, 
Then  the  night  it  looketh  ever  sweetly  down ; 
The  little  stars  are  kind  to  him, 
The  moon  she  hath  a  mind  to  him 
And  layeth  on  his  head  a  golden  crown ; 

And  singeth  then  the  wind  to  him 
A  song,  the  gentle  song  of  Bethlem-town, 
When  our  babe  he  goeth  swinging  in  his  cradle. 


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The 


ehf  Wind. 


/ 


NIGIT    WIN 


TTAVE  you  ever  heard  the  wind  go  "  Yooooo"  ? 

•*•  •*•     'Tis  a  pitiful  sound  to  hear ! 

It  seems  to  chill  you  through  and  through 

With  a  strange  and  speechless  fear. 
'Tis  the  voice  of  the  night  that  broods  outside 

When  folks  should  be  asleep, 
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THE    NIGHT    WIND 

And  many  and  many  's  the  time  I've  cried 
To  the  darkness  brooding  far  and  wide 

Over  the  land  and  the  deep : 
"  Whom  do  you  want,  O  lonely  night, 

That  you  wail  the  long  hours  through  ?  " 
And  the  night  would  say  in  its  ghostly  way 
4 '  Yoooooooo ! 
Yoooooooo ! 
Yoooooooo !  " 


My  mother  told  me  long  ago 
(When  I  was  a  little  tad) 
That  when  the  night  went  wailing  so, 

Somebody  had  been  bad ; 
And  then,  when  I  was  snug  in  bed, 

Whither  I  had  been  sent, 
With  the  blankets  pulled  up  round  my  head, 
I'd  think  of  what  my  mother 'd  said, 
And  wonder  what  boy  she  meant ! 
And  "  Who's  been  bad  to-day?  "  I'd  ask 

Of  the  wind  that  hoarsely  blew, 
And  the  voice  would  say  in  its  meaningful  way 
' '  Yoooooooo ! 
Yoooooooo ! 
Yoooooooo ! " 
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THE    NIGHT     WIND 

That  this  was  true  I  must  allow  — 

You'll  not  believe  it,  though  ! 
Yes,  though  I'm  quite  a  model  now, 

I  was  not  always  so. 
And  if  you  doubt  what  things  I  say, 

Suppose  you  make  the  test ; 
Suppose,  when  you've  been  bad  some  day 
And  up  to  bed  are  sent  away 

From  mother  and  the  rest  — 
Suppose  you  ask,  "  Who  has  been  bad?  " 

And  then  you'll  hear  what's  true ; 
For  the  wind  will  moan  in  its  ruefulest  tone 
" Yoooooooo! 
Yoooooooo ! 
Yoooooooo ! " 


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The 


THE  DINKEY 


I 


N  an  ocean,  'way  out  yonder 
(As  all  sapient  people  know), 
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THE    DINKEY-BIRD 

Is  the  land  of  Wonder- Wander, 
Whither  children  love  to  go ; 

It's  their  playing,  romping,  swinging, 
That  give  great  joy  to  me 

While  the  Dinkey-Bird  goes  singing 
In  the  am f alula  tree  ! 


There  the  gum-drops  grow  like  cherries, 

And  taffy  's  thick  as  peas  — 
Caramels  you  pick  like  berries 

When,  and  where,  and  how  you  please; 
Big  red  sugar-plums  are  clinging 

To  the  cliffs  beside  that  sea 
Where  the  Dinkey-Bird  is  singing 

In  the  amfalula  tree. 
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THE    DINKEY-BIRD 

So  when  children  shout  and  scamper 

And  make  merry  all  the  day, 
When  there's  naught  to  put  a  damper 

To  the  ardor  of  their  play ; 
When  I  hear  their  laughter  ringing, 

Then  I'm  sure  as  sure  can  be 
That  the  Dinkey-Bird  is  singing 

In  the  amf alula  tree. 


For  the  Dinkey-Bird's  bravuras 

And  staccatos  are  so  sweet  — 
His  roulades,  appoggiaturas, 

And  robustos  so  complete, 
That  the  youth  of  every  nation  — 

Be  they  near  or  far  away  — 
Have  especial  delectation 

In  that  gladsome  roundelay. 

Their  eyes  grow  bright  and  brighter, 

Their  lungs  begin  to  crow, 
Their  hearts  get  light  and  lighter, 

And  their  cheeks  are  all  aglow ; 
For  an  echo  cometh  bringing 

The  news  to  all  and  me, 
That  the  Dinkey-Bird  is  singing 

In  the  amfnlula  tree. 
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THE    DINKEY-BIRD 

I'm  sure  you  like  to  go  there 

To  see  your  feathered  friend  — 
And  so  many  goodies  grow  there 

You  would  like  to  comprehend ! 
Speed,  little  dreams,  your  winging 

To  that  land  across  the  sea 
Where  the  Diiikey-Bird  is  singing 

In  the  amfalula  tree  I 


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so! 


,  so,  rock-a-by  so! 

Off  to  the  garden  where  dreamikins  grow ; 
And  here  is  a  kiss  on  your  wink/blink  eyes, 
And  here  is  a  kiss  on  your  dimpledown  cheek 
49  4 


SO,    SO,    ROCK-A-BY    SO 

And  here  is  a  kiss  for  the  treasure  that  lies 
In  the  beautiful  garden  way  up  in  the  skies 

Which  you  seek. 

Now  mind  these  three  kisses  wherever  you  go 
So,  so,  rock-a-by  so ! 


There's    one    little    fumfay    who     lives    there,    I 

know, 
For   he   dances   all    night    where    the    dreamikins 

grow; 

I  send  him  this  kiss  on  your  droopydrop  eyes, 
I  send  him  this  kiss  on  your  rosy-red  cheek. 
And  here  is  a  kiss  for  the  dream  that  shall  rise 
When   the  fumfay  shall  dance  in  those  far-away 

skies 

Which  you  seek. 
Be    sure   that    you    pay    those    three    kisses    you 

owe  — 
So,  so,  rock-a-by  so ! 


And,  by-low,  as  you  rock-a-by  go, 
Don't  forget  mother  who  loveth  you  so ! 
And  here  is  her  kiss  on  your  weepydeep  eyes, 

And    here     is    her     kiss    on    your    peachypink 
cheek, 

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SO,    SO,    ROCK-A-BY    SO 


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SO,    SO,    ROCK-A-BY    SO 

And  here  is  her  kiss  for  the  dreamland  that  lies 
Like   a    babe    on    the    breast   of    those    far-away 

skies 

Which  you  seek  — 

The  blinkywink  garden  where  dreamikins  grow  — 
So,  so,  rock-a-by  so ! 


THEM 
&      DUEL 


THE  gingham  dog  and  the  calico  cat 
Side  by  side  on  the  table  sat ; 
'Twas  half-past  twelve,  and  (what  do  you  think!) 
Nor  one  nor  t'other  had  slept  a  wink ! 
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THE    DUEL 

The  old  Dutch  clock  and  the  Chinese  plate 
Appeared  to  know  as  sure  as  fate 
There  was  going  to  be  a  terrible  spat. 
(/  wasn't  there  ;  I  simply  state 
What  was  told  me  by  the  Chinese  plate !) 

The  gingham  dog  went  ' '  bow-wow-wow !  " 
And  the  calico  cat  replied  "  mee-ow !  " 
The  air  was  littered,  an  hour  or  so, 
With  bits  of  gingham  and  calico, 

While   the   old   Dutch   clock    in   the   chimney 
place 

Up  with  its  hands  before  its  face, 
For  it  always  dreaded  a  family  row ! 

(Now  mind :  I'm  only  telling  you 

Wfiat  the  old  Dutch  clock  declares  is  true !) 


The  Chinese  plate  looked  very  blue, 
And  wailed,  "  Oh,  dear!  what  shall  we  do?" 
But  the  gingham  dog  and  the  calico  cat 
Wallowed  this  way  and  tumbled  that, 

Employing  every  tooth  and  claw 

In  the  awfullest  way  you  ever  saw  — 
And,  oh!  how  the  gingham  and  calico  flew! 

(Don't  fancy  I  exaggerate  I 

I  got  my  news  from  the  Chinese  plate  /) 
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THE    DUEL 

Next  morning,  where  the  two  had  sat, 
They  found  no  trace  of  dog  or  cat; 
And  some  folks  think  unto  this  day 
That  burglars  stole  that  pair  away ! 

But  the  truth  about  the  cat  and  pup 
Is  this  :  they  ate  each  other  up  ! 
Now  what  do  you  really  think  of  that ! 
(The  old  Dutch  clock  it  told  me  so, 
And  that  is  how  I  came  to  know.) 


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Good 
Children  Street. 


CHILDREN  Si 
5TKEET. 


'"pHERE'S    a    dear    little 
•*•       home    in    Good-Chil- 
dren street  — 
My   heart   turneth    fondly 

to-day 
Where  tinkle  of  tongues  and 

patter  of  feet 
Make    sweetest    of    music 

at  play; 
Where  the   sunshine  of  love 

illumines  each  face 
And     warms     every     heart 
in     that     old-fashioned 
place. 


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GOOD-CHILDREN    STREET 

For  dear  little  children  go  romping  about 
With  dollies  and  tin  tops  and  drums, 

And,    my !     how    they    frolic    and    scamper    and 

shout 
Till  bedtime  too  speedily  comes ! 


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GOOD-CHiLDREN    STREET 

Oh,   days   they   are   golden   and   days   they  are 

fleet 
With  little  folk  living  in  Good-Children  street. 


See,  here  comes  an  army  with  guns  painted  red, 
And  swords,  caps,  and  plumes  of  all  sorts ; 

The  captain  rides  gaily  and  proudly  ahead 
On  a  stick-horse  that  prances  and  snorts ! 

Oh,  legions  of  soldiers  you're  certain  to  meet  — 

Nice   make-believe  soldiers  —  in   Good-Children 
street. 


And  yonder  Odette  wheels  her  dolly  about  — 

Poor  dolly  !  I'm  sure  she  is  ill, 
For  one  of  her  blue  china  eyes  has  dropped  out 

And  her  voice  is  asthrnatic'ly  shrill. 
Then,  too,  I  observe  she  is  minus  her  feet, 
Which    causes    much    sorrow  in   Good-Children 
street. 


'Tis  so  the  dear  children  go  romping  about 

With  dollies  and  banners  and  drums, 
And  I  venture  to  say  they  are  sadly  put  out 
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GOOD-CHILDREN    STREET 

When  an  end  to  their  jubilee  conies : 
Oh,   days   they   are  golden    and   days   they   are 

fleet 
With  little  folk  living  in  Good-Children  street ! 


64 


The 

BottM  Tree. 


THE 


A     BOTTLE     TREE     bloometh     in     Winkyway 
**•       land- 

Heigh-ho  for  a  bottle,  I  say ! 
A  snug  little  berth  in  that  ship  I  demand 
That  rocketh  the  Bottle-Tree  babies  away 
Where  the   Bottle  Tree   bloometh   by  night  and 

by  day 

And    reacheth    its    fruit     to    each     wee,    dimpled 
hand; 

67 


THE    BOTTLE    TREE 

You  take  of  that  fruit  as  much  as  you  list, 
For  colic  's  a  nuisance  that  doesn't  exist ! 


Heigh-ho 
for  a  bottle, 
I  say ! 


So  cuddle  me  close,  and  cuddle  me  fast, 
And  cuddle  me  snug  in  my  cradle  away, 
68 


THE    BOTTLE    TREE 

For  I  hunger  and  thirst  for  that  precious  repast 
Heigh-ho  for  a  bottle,  I  say ! 


*  of  bottk 
tree  babies 

expand." 


The  Bottle  Tree  bloometh  by  night  and  by  day! 
Heigh-ho  for  Winky way  land ! 


THE    BOTTLE    TREE 

And  Bottle-Tree  fruit  (as  I've  heard  people  say) 
Makes  bellies  of  Bottle-Tree  babies  expand  — 
And  that  is  a  trick  I  would  fain  understand! 

Heigh-ho  for  a  bottle  to-day ! 

And  heigh-ho  for  a  bottle  to-night  — 

A  bottle  of  milk  that  is  creamy  and  white ! 

So  cuddle  me  close,  and  cuddle  me  fast, 
And  cuddle  me  snug  in  my  cradle  away, 

For     I     hunger     and     thirst     for     that     precious 

repast  — 
Heigh-ho  for  a  bottle,  I  say! 


70 


Lady 


BUTTON-EYE5 


WH 


EN  the  busy  day  is  done, 
And  my  weary  little  one 
73 


LADY    BUTTON-EYES 

Rocketh  gently  to  and  fro ; 
When  the  night  winds  softly  blow, 
And  the  crickets  in  the  glen 
Chirp  and  chirp  and  chirp  again; 
When  upon  the  haunted  green 
Fairies  dance  around  their  queen  — 
Then  from  yonder  misty  skies 
Cometh  Lady  Button-Eyes 


Through  the  murk  and  mist  and  gloam 
To  our  quiet,  cozy  home, 
Where  to  singing,  sweet  and  low, 
Rocks  a  cradle  to  and  fro  ; 
Where  the  clock's  dull  monotone 
Telleth  of  the  day  that 's  clone; 
Where  the  moonbeams  hover  o'er 
Playthings  sleeping  on  the  floor  — 
Where  my  weary  wee  one  lies 
Cometh  Lady  Button-Eyes. 


Cometh  like  a  fleeting  ghost 
From  some  distant  eerie  coast ; 
Never  footfall  can  you  hear 
As  that  spirit  f  areth  near  — 
74 


"THEN  FROM  YONDER  MISTY  SKIES 
COMETH  LADY  BUTTON-EYES  " 


LADY    BUTTON-EYES 

Never  whisper,  never  word 
From  that  shadow-queen  is  heard. 
In  ethereal  raiment  dight, 
From  the  realm  of  fay  and  sprite 
In  the  depth  of  yonder  skies 
Cometh  Lady  Button-Eyes. 


Layeth  she  her  hands  upon 

My  dear  weary  little  one, 

And  those  white  hands  overspread 

Like  a  veil  the  curly  head, 

Seem  to  fondle  and  caress 

Every  little  silken  tress ; 

Then  she  smooths  the  eyelids  down 

Over  those  two  eyes  of  brown  — 

In  such  soothing,  tender  wise 

Cometh  Lady  Button-Eyes. 


Dearest,  feel  upon  your  brow 
That  caressing  magic  now ; 
For  the  crickets  in  the  glen 
Chirp  and  chirp  and  chirp  again, 
While  upon  the  haunted  green 
Fairies  dance  around  their  queen, 
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LADY    BUTTON-EYES 

And  the  moonbeams  hover  o'er 
Playthings  sleeping  on  the  floor  — 
Hush,  my  sweet !  from  yonder  skies 
Cometh  Lady  Button-Eyes ! 


77 


THE  RIDL 
TO  BUMPVILLE. 


that  my  knee  was  a  calico  mare 
Saddled  and  bridled  for  Bumpville ; 
Leap  to  the  back  of  this  steed  if  you  dare, 
And  gallop  away  to  Bumpville  ! 
81  6 


THE    RIDE    TO    BUMPVILLE 

I  hope  you'll  be  sure  to  sit  fast  in  your  seat, 
For  this  calico  mare  is  prodigiously  fleet, 
And  many  adventures  you're  likely  to  meet 
As  you  journey  along  to  Bumpville. 


This  calico  mare  both  gallops  and  trots 
While  whisking  you  off  to  Bumpville ; 
She  paces,  she  shies,  and  she  stumbles,  in  spots, 

In  the  tortuous   road  to  Bumpville ; 
And  sometimes  this  strangely  mercurial  steed 
Will  suddenly  stop  and  refuse  to  proceed, 
Which,  all  will  admit,  is  vexatious  indeed, 
When  one  is  en  route  to  Bumpville ! 
82 


THE    RIDE    TO    BUMPVILLE 

She's    scared    of    the   cars   when   the   engine   goes 

"Toot!" 

Down  by  the  crossing  at  Bumpville ; 
You'd  better  look  out  for  that  treacherous  brute 

Bearing  you  off  to  Bumpville  ! 
With   a   snort    she  rears    up   on    her    hindermost 

heels, 

And  executes  jigs  and  Virginia  reels  — 
Words  fail  to  explain  how  embarrassed  one  feels 

Dancing  so  wildly  to  Bumpville  ! 


It's  bumpytybump  and  it's  jiggityjog, 

Journeying  on  to  Bumpville ; 
It's  over  the  hilltop  and  down  through  the  bog 

You  ride  on  your  way  to  Bumpville ; 
It's  rattletybang  over  boulder  and  stump, 
There  are  rivers  to  ford,  there  are  fences  to  jump, 
And  the  corduroy  road  it  goes  bumpytybump, 

Mile  after  mile  to  Bumpville ! 


Perhaps  you'll  observe  it's  no  easy  thing 

Making  the  journey  to  Bumpville, 
So  I  think,  on  the  whole,  it  were  prudent  to  bring 

An  end  to  this  ride  to  Bumpville ; 
83 


THE    RIDE    TO    BUMPVILLE 

For,  though  she  has  uttered  no  protest  or  plaint, 
The  calico  mare  must  be  blowing  and  faint  — 
What's  more  to  the  point,  I'm  blowed  if  I  ain't! 
So  play  we  have  got  to  Bumpville  ! 


84 


Shuffle  Shoon 
and  Amber-Lock^ 


snumx-snooN  AMD 

AMBEK- LOCKS 


OHUFFLE-SHOON  and  Amber-Locks 
^     Sit  together,  building  blocks  ; 
Shuffle- S boon  is  old  and  grey, 
Amber- Locks  a  little  child, 
But  together  at  their  play 

Age  and  Youth  are  reconciled, 
And  with  sympathetic  glee 
Build  their  castles  fair  to  see. 
87 


SHUFFLE-SHOON    AND    AMBER-LOCKS 

"  When  I  grow  to  be  a  man  " 
(So  the  wee  one's  prattle  ran), 
"  I  shall  build  a  castle  so  — 
With  a  gateway  broad  and  grand ; 


Here  a  pretty  vine  shall  grow, 

There  a  soldier  guard  shall  stand ; 
And  the  tower  shall  be  so  high, 
Folks  will  wonder,  by-and-by !  " 


SHUFFLE-SHOON   AND   AMBER-LOCKS 

Shuffle-Shoon  quoth:    "Yes,  I  know; 
Thus  I  builded  long  ago  ! 

Here  a  gate  and  there  a  wall, 
Here  a  window,  there  a  door ; 


Here  a  steeple  wondrous  tall 

Riseth  ever  more  and  more ! 
But  the  years  have  levelled  low 
What  I  builded  long  ago !  " 


89 


SHUFFLE-SHOON   AND    AMBER-LOCKS 

So  they  gossip  at  their  play, 
Heedless  of  the  fleeting  day ; 
One  speaks  of  the  Long  Ago 

Where  his  dead  hopes  buried  lie ; 
One  with  chubby  cheeks  aglow 
Prattleth  of  the  By-and-By ; 
Side  by  side,  they  build  their  blocks  — 
Shuffle-Shoon  and  Amber-Locks. 


90 


ITfain. 


me  SIIUT-LYE; 

TRAIN . 


'OME,  my  little  one,  with  me! 
1    There  are  wondrous  sights  to  see 
93 


THE    SHUT-EYE    TRAIN 

As  the  evening  shadows  fall ; 
In  your  pretty  cap  and  gown, 
Don't  detain 
The  Shut-Eye  train  — 
4 '  Ting-a-ling !  "  the  bell  it  goeth, 
"  Toot- toot !  "  the  whistle  bloweth, 
And  we  hear  the  warning  call : 
"  All  aboard  for  Shut-Eye  Town!" 


Over  hill  and  over  plain 

Soon  will  speed  the  Shut-Eye  train  ! 

Through  the  blue  where  bloom  the  stars 

And  the  Mother  Moon  looks  down 
We'll  away 
To  land  of  Fay  — 

Oh,  the  sights  that  we  shall  see  there ! 

Come,  my  little  one,  with  me  there  — 
'Tis  a  goodly  train  of  cars  — 
All  aboard  for  Shut-Eye  Town! 


Swifter  than  a  wild  bird's  flight, 
Through  the  realms  of  fleecy  light 

We  shall  speed  and  speed  away! 

Let  the  Night  in  envy  frown  — 
94 


THE    SHUT-EYE    TRAIN 

What  care  we 
How  wroth  she  be ! 


TO    THE    BALOW-FOLK    WHO    LOVE    US 


To  the  Balow-land  above  us, 
To  the  Balow-folk  who  love  us, 
Let  us  hasten  while  we  may  — 
A II  aboard  for  Shut-Eye  Town  ! 
95 


THE    SHUT-EYE    TRAIN 

Shut-Eye  Town  is  passing  fair  — 
Golden  dreams  await  us  there  ; 

We  shall  dream  those  dreams,  my  dear. 
Till  the  Mother  Moon  goes  down  — 
See  unfold 
Delights  untold ! 
And  in  those  mysterious  places 
We  shall  see  beloved  faces 


96 


THE    SHUT-EYE    TRAIN 

And  beloved  voices  bear 

In  the  grace  of  Shut-Eye  Town. 

Heavy  are  your  eyes,  my  sweet, 

Weary  are  your  little  feet  — 
Nestle  closer  up  to  me 
In  your  pretty  cap  and  gown ; 
Don't  detain 
The  Shut-Eye  train! 
"  Ting-a-ling !  "  the  bell  it  goeth, 
"  Toot-toot !  "  the  whistle  bloweth; 

Oh,  the  sights  that  we  shall  see ! 

All  aboard  for  Shut-Eye  Town  ! 


97 


Utfle 


Oh- Dear. 


LITTLE-OH-DEAR 

*&£k 

'EE,  what  a  wonderful  garden  is  here, 
Planted  and  trimmed  for  my  Little-Oh-Dear ! 
101 


LITTLE-OH-DE  AR 

Posies  so  gaudy  and  grass  of  such  brown  — 
Search  ye  the  country  and  hunt  ye  the  town 
And  never  ye'll  meet  with  a  garden  so  queer 
As  this  one  I've  made  for  my  Little-Oh-Dear ! 


Marigolds  white  and  buttercups  blue, 
Lilies  all  dabbled  with  honey  and  dew, 
The  cactus  that  trails  over  trellis  and  wall, 
Roses  and  pansies  and  violets  —  all 
Make  proper  obeisance  and  reverent  cheer 
When  into  her  garden  steps  Little-Oh-Dear ! 


And  up  at  the  top  of  that  lavender-tree 

A  silver-bird  singeth  as  only  can  she ; 

For,  ever  and  only,  she  singeth  the  song 

"  I  love  you  —  I  love  you !  "  the  happy  day  long; 

Then  the  echo  —  the  echo  that  smiteth  me  here ! 

"I  love  you,  I  love  you,"  my  Little-Oh-Dear! 


The  garden  may  wither,  the  silver-bird  fly  — 
But  what  careth  my  little  precious,  or  I? 
102 


"A    SILVER-BIRD    S1NGETH 
AS    ONLY    CAN    SHE" 


LITTLE-OH-DE  AR 

From  her  pathway  of  flowers  that   in  spring-time 

upstart 

She  walketh  the  tenderer  way  in  my  heart ; 
And,  oh,  it  is  always  the  summer-time  here 
With  that  song  of  "I  love  you,"  my  Little-Oh- 

Dear! 


104 


The   / 


y  Horse, 


THE  FLY- AWAY  HORSE . 


OH,     a     wonderful     horse     is     the     Fly- A  way 
Horse  — 

Perhaps  you  have  seen  him  before ; 
Perhaps,  while  you  slept,  his  shadow  has  swept 
Through  the  moonlight  that  floats  on  the  floor. 
107 


THE    FLY-AWAY    HORSE 

For    it's   only    at    night,   when   the    stars    twinkle 

bright, 

That  the  Fly- Away  Horse,  with  a  neigh 
And  a  pull  at  his  rein  and  a  toss  of  his  mane, 
Is  up  6n  his  heels  and  away ! 
The  Moon  in  the  sky, 
As  he  gallopeth  by, 

Cries  :  "  Oh  !  what  a  marvellous  sight !  " 
And  the  Stars  in  dismay 
Hide  their  faces  away 
In  the  lap  of  old  Grandmother  Night. 


It  is  yonder,  out  yonder,  the  Fly- Away  Horse 

Speedeth  ever  and  ever  away  — 
Over    meadows    and    lanes,    over    mountains    and 

plains, 

Over  streamlets  that  sing  at  their  play ; 
And  over  the  sea  like  a. ghost  sweepeth  he, 

"While  the  ships  they  go  sailing  below, 
And  he  speedeth  so  fast  that  the  men  at  the  mast 
Adjudge  him  some  portent  of  woe. 
"  What  ho  there!  "  they  cry, 
As  he  flourishes  by 
108 


"THE    MOON    IN    THE    SKY, 

AS    HE    GALLOPETH    BY, 
CRIES:    <OH!    WHAT    A    MARVELLOUS    SIGHT! 


THE    FLY-AWAY    HORSE 

With  a  whisk  of  his  beautiful  tail ; 

And  the  fish  in  the  sea 

Are  as  scared  as  can  be, 
From  the  nautilus  up  to  the  whale ! 


And   the   Fly-Away   Horse    seeks    those   far-away 

lands 

You  little  folk  dream  of  at  night  — 
Where  candy-trees  grow,  and  honey-brooks  flow, 

And  corn-fields  with  popcorn  are  white ; 
And  the  beasts  in  the  wood  are  ever  so  good 

To  children  who  visit  them  there  — 
What  glory  astride  of  a  lion  to  ride, 
Or  to  wrestle  around  with  a  bear ! 
The  monkeys,  they  say : 
"  Come  on,  let  us  play," 
110 


THE    FLY-AWAY    HORSE 

And  they  frisk  in  the  cocoa-nut  trees : 
While  the  parrots,  that  cling 
To  the  peanut-vines,  sing 

Or  converse  with  comparative  ease ! 


Off !  scamper  to  bed  —  you  shall  ride  him  to-night ! 

For,  as  soon  as  you've  fallen  asleep, 
With  a  jubilant  neigh  he  shall  bear  you  away 

Over  forest  and  hillside  and  deep ! 
But  tell  us,  my  dear,  all  you  see  and  you  hear 

In  those  beautiful  lands  over  there, 
Where   the   Fly-Away   Horse   wings   his   far-away 

course 

With  the  wee  one  consigned  to  his  care. 
Then  grandma  will  cry 
In  amazement :  4 '  Oh,  my !  " 
111 


THE    FLY-AWAY    HORSE 

And  she'll  think  it  could  never  be  so ; 

And  only  we  two 

Shall  know  it  is  true  — 
You  and  I,  little  precious  !  shall  know  ! 


112 


Fiddle  - 

Dee -Dee. 


FIDDLE- DEL -DEES 


once  was   a   bird  that   lived   up   in  a 


tree, 


And  all  he  could  whistle  was  c  '  Fiddle-dee-dee  "  — 
A  very  provoking,  unmusical  song 
For  one  to  be  whistling  the  summer  day  long! 
Yet  always  contented  and  busy  was  he 
With  that  vocal  recurrence  of  "  Fiddle-dee-dee." 
115 


FIDDLE-DEE-DEE 

Hard  by  lived  a  brave  little  soldier  of  four, 
That  weird  iteration  repented  him  sore ; 


our  St  Didy! 
the  deed 


be  done 


116 


FIDDLE-DEE-DEE 

"I   prithee,    Dear-Mother-Mine!      fetch    me    my 

gun, 

For,  by  our  St.  Didy !  the  deed  must  be  done 
That  shall  presently  rid  all  creation  and  me 
Of  that  ominous  bird  and  his  '  Fiddle-dee-dee ' !  " 


Then   out   came   Dear-Mother-Mine,    bringing   her 

son 

His  awfully  truculent  little  red  gun ; 
The  stock  was  of  pine  and  the  barrel  of  tin, 
The   ' '  bang "  it  came  out  where  the  bullet  went 

in  — 

The  right  kind  of  weapon  I  think  you'll  agree 
For  slaying  all  fowl  that  go  ' i  Fiddle-dee-dee  " ! 


The  brave  little  soldier  quoth  never  a  word, 

But  he  up  and  he  drew  a  straight  bead  on    that 

bird; 

And,  while  that  vain  creature  provokingly  sang, 
The  gun  it  went  off  with  a  terrible  bang ! 

117 


FIDDLE-DEE-DEE 

Then  loud  laughed  the  youth—  "  By  my  Bottle, 

cried  he, 
"  I've  put  a  quietus  on  4  Fiddle-dee-dee ' ! " 


'The 


'bang-'1  if  came  out 
Where  the 

bullcr  Went  rn- 

118 


FIDDLE -DEE-DEE 

Out  came   then  Dear-Mother-Mine,    saying:  "My 
son, 


"By 


cried  be,' 


119 


FIDDLE-DEE-DEE 

Right  well  have  you  wrought  with  your  little  red 

gun! 

Hereafter  no  evil  at  all  need  I  fear, 
With  such  a  brave  soldier  as  You-My-Love  here ! " 
She  kissed  the  dear  boy. 

[The  bird  in  the  tree 
Continued  to  whistle  his  "  Fiddle-dee-dee  " !] 


120 


POEMS 

TRUMPET  AND  DRUM? 


The 
Sugar  Fluro  Tree . 


TRE.E. 


HAVE    you    ever    heard    of     the    Sugar-Plum 
Tree? 

'Tis  a  marvel  of  great  renown ! 
125 


THE    SUGAR-PLUM    TREE 

It  blooms  on  the  shore  of  the  Lollipop  sea 
In  the  garden  of  Shut-Eye  Town  ; 


g-or  to 
the  free, 


126 


THE    SUGAR-PLUM    TREE 

The  fruit  that  it  bears  is  so  wondrously  sweet 
(As  those  who  have  tasted  it  say) 


That  good  little  children  have  only  to  eat 
Of  that  fruit  to  be  happy  next  day. 


127 


THE    SUGAR-PLUM    TREE 

When  you've  got  to  the   tree,  you   would  have  a 
hard  time 

To  capture  the  fruit  which  I  sing ; 
The  tree  is  so  tall  that  no  person  could  climb 

To  the  boughs  where  the  sugar-plums  swing ! 
But  up  in  that  tree  sits  a  chocolate  cat, 

And  a  gingerbread  dog  prowls  below  — 
And  this  is  the  way  you  contrive  to  get  at 

Those  sugar-plums  tempting  you  so : 


You   say   but  the   word   to   that  gingerbread   dog 

And  he  barks  with  such  terrible  zest 
That  the  chocolate  cat  is  at  once  all  agog, 

As  her  swelling  proportions  attest. 
And  the  chocolate  cat  goes  cavorting  around 

From  this  leafy  limb  unto  that, 
And   the    sugar-plums   tumble,    of   course,    to   the 
ground  — 

Hurrah  for  that  chocolate  cat! 


There    are   marshmallows,  gumdrops,  and   pepper- 
mint canes, 

With  stripings  of  scarlet  or  gold, 
And  you  carry  away  of  the  treasure  that  rains 
As  much  as  your  apron  can  hold ! 
128 


"AS    MUCH    AS    YOUR    APRON    CAN    HOLD!" 
9 


THE    SUGAR-PLUM    TREE 

So  come,  little  child,  cuddle  closer  to  me 
In  your  dainty  white  nightcap  and  gown, 

And  I'll  rock  you  away  to  that  Sugar-Plum  Tree 
In  the  garden  of  Shut-Eye  Town. 


130 


V     1 

<c 


Krifikcr)- 


RINKEN  was  a  little  child,  — 
It  was  summer  when  he  smiled, 
133 


KRINKEN 

Oft  the  hoary  sea  and  grim 
Stretched  its  white  arms  out  to  him ; 
Calling,  "  Sun-child,  come  to  me ; 
Let  me  warm  my  heart  with  thee !  " 
But  the  child  heard  not  the  sea. 


Krinken  on  the  beach  one  day 
Saw  a  maiden  Nis  at  play ; 
Fair,  and  very  fair,  was  she, 
Just  a  little  child  was  he. 
"Krinken,"  said  the  maiden  Nis, 
"  Let  me  have  a  little  kiss,  — 
Just  a  kiss,  and  go  with  me 
To  the  summer-lands  that  be 
Down  within  the  silver  sea." 


Krinken  was  a  little  child, 
By  the  maiden  Nis  beguiled  ; 
Down  into  the  calling  sea 
With  the  maiden  Nis  went  he. 


But  the  sea  calls  out  no  more , 
It  is  winter  on  the  shore,  — 
134 


KRINKEN 

Winter  where  that  little  child 
Made  sweet  summer  when  he  smiled ; 
Though  'tis  summer  on  the  sea 
Where  with  maiden  Nis  went  he,  — 
Summer,  summer  evermore,  — 
It  is  winter  on  the  shore, 
Winter,  winter  evermore. 


Of  the  summer  on  the  deep 
Come  sweet  visions  in  my  sleep ; 
His  fair  face  lifts  from  the  sea, 
His  dear  voice  calls  out  to  me,  — 
These  my  dreams  of  summer  be. 


Krinken  was  a  little  child, 
By  the  maiden  Nis  beguiled; 
Oft  the  hoary  sea  and  grim 
Reached  its  longing  arms  to  him, 
Crying,  "  Sun-child,  come  to  me  ; 
Let  me  warm  my  heart  with  thee !  " 
But  the  sea  calls  out  no  more ; 
It  is  winter  on  the  shore,  — 
Winter,  cold  and  dark  and  wild ; 
Krinken  was  a  little  child,  — 
135 


KRINKEN 

It  was  summer  when  he  smiled  ; 
Down  he  went  into  the  sea, 
And  the  winter  bides  with  me. 
Just  a  little  child  was  ho. 


136 


fWfYpat 
and  Tippytoe. 


P1TTXPAT 

AMD 

TIPFYTOE. 


A  LL  day  long  they  come  and  go  — 
"+*•     Pittypat  and  Tippytoe  ; 
Footprints  up  and  down  the  hall, 
Playthings  scattered  on  the  floor, 
139 


PITTYPAT    AND    TIPPY  TOE 


Only 
buffered  bread 

will  do; 


140 


PITTYPAT   AND   TIPPYTOE 


'inches 

thick  with 


foo? 


141 


PITTYPAT    AND    TIPPYTOE 

Finger-marks  along  the  wall, 

Tell-tale  smudges  on  the  door  — 
By  these  presents  you  shall  know 
Pittypat  and  Tippy  toe. 


How  they  riot  at  their  play ! 
And  a  dozen  times  a  day 

In  they  troop,  demanding  bread  — 

Only  buttered  bread  will  do, 
And  the  butter  must  be  spread 
Inches  thick  with  sugar  too ! 
And  I  never  can  say  "  No, 
Pittypat  and  Tippytoe  !  " 


Sometimes  there  are  griefs  to  soothe, 
Sometimes  ruffled  brows  to  smooth ; 
For  (I  much  regret  to  say) 

Tippytoe  and  Pittypat 
Sometimes  interrupt  their  play 

With  an  internecine  spat; 
Fie,  for  shame!  to  quarrel  so  — 
Pittypat  and  Tippytoe ! 
142 


PITTYPAT    AND    TIPPY  TOE 

Oh  the  thousand  worrying  things 
Every  day  recurrent  brings  ! 

Hands  to  scrub  and  hair  to  brush, 

Search  for  playthings  gone  amiss, 
Many  a  wee  complaint  to  hush, 

Many  a  little  bump  to  kiss ; 
Life  seems  one  vain,  fleeting  show 
To  Pittypat  and  Tippytoe  ! 


And  when  day  is  at  an  end, 
There  are  little  duds  to  mend  : 
Little  frocks  are  strangely  torn, 
Little  shoes  great  holes  reveal, 
Little  hose,  but  one  day  worn, 

Rudely  yawn  at  toe  and  heel ! 
\Vho  but  you  could  work  such  woe, 
Pittypat  and  Tippytoe! 


On  the  floor  and  down  the  hall, 
Rudely  smutched  upon  the  wall, 
There  are  proofs  in  every  kind 
Of  the  havoc  they  have  wrought, 
143 


PJTTYPAT    AND    TIPPYTOE 

And  upon  my  heart  you'd  find 

Just  such  trade-marks,  if  you  sought; 
Oh,  how  glad  I  am  'tis  so, 
Pittypat  and  Tippytoe ! 


144 


SI** 


Little  Blue 

Pigcor?. 


10 


LITTLE  BLUE 
PIGEON. 


'LEEP,  little  pigeon,  and  fold  your  wings  — 
Little  blue  pigeon  with  velvet  eyes ; 
147 


LITTLE    BLUE    PIGEON 

Sleep  to  the  singing-  of  mother-bird  swinging 
Swinging  the  nest  where  her  little  one  lies. 


Away  out  yonder  I  see  a  star  — 
Silvery  star  with  a  tinkling  song ; 

To  the  soft  dew  falling  I  hear  it  calling  — 
Calling  and  tinkling  the  night  along. 


In  through  the  window  a  moonbeam  comes  — 
Little  gold  moonbeam  with  misty  wings ; 

All  silently  creeping,  it  asks  :    "  Is  he  sleeping  — 
Sleeping  and  dreaming  while  mother  sings  ?  " 


Up  from  the  sea  there  floats  the  sob 

Of  the  waves  that  are  breaking  upon  the  shore, 
As    though    they  were   groaning   in  anguish,  and 
moaning  — 

Bemoaning  the  ship  that  shall  come  no  more. 


148 


LITTLE    BLUE    PIGEON 

But  sleep,  little  pigepn,  and  fold  your  wings 
Little  blue  pigeon  with  mournful  eyes ; 

Am  I  not  singing  ?  —  see,  I  am  swinging  — 
Swinging  the  nest  where  my  darling  lies. 


149 


Tccpy-W 


TTZNY-WEZNY. 


'VERY  evening,  after  tea, 
1    Teeny- Weeny  comes  to  me. 
153 


TEEN  Y- W  E  E  N  Y 

And,  astride  my  willing  knee, 

Plies  his  lash  and  rides  away  ; 
Though  that  palfrey,  all  too  spare, 
Finds  his  burden  hard  to  bear, 
Teeny- Weeny  doesn't  care ; 
He  commands,  and  I  obey ! 


First  it's  trot,  and  gallop  then ; 
Now  it's  back  to  trot  again ; 
Teeny- Weeny  likes  it  when 

He  is  riding  fierce  and  fast. 
Then  his  dark  eyes  brighter  grow 
And  his  cheeks  are  all  aglow : 
44  More  !  "  he  cries,  and  never  "  Whoa !  " 

Till  the  horse  breaks  down  at  last. 


Oh,  the  strange  and  lovely  sights 
Teeny- Weeny  sees  of  nights, 
As  he  makes  those  famous  flights 
On  that  wondrous  horse  of  his  ! 
Oftentimes  before  he  knows, 
Wearylike  his  eyelids  close, 
154 


TEEN  Y- W  E  E  N  Y 

And,  still  smiling,  off  he  goes 
Where  the  land  of  By-low  is. 


There  he  sees  the  folk  of  fay 
Hard  at  ring-a-rosie  play, 
And  he  hears  those  fairies  say : 

"  Come,  let's  chase  him  to  and  fro !  " 
But,  with  a  defiant  shout, 
Teeny  puts  that  host  to  rout ; 
Of  this  tale  I  make  no  doubt, 

Every  night  he  tells  it  so. 


So  I  feel  a  tender  pride 
In  my  boy  who  dares  to  ride 
155 


TEENY-WEENY 

That  fierce  horse  of  his  astride, 
Off  into  those  misty  lands ; 


And  as  on  my  breast  he  lies, 
Dreaming  in  that  wondrous  wise, 
I  caress  his  folded  eyes, 
Pat  his  little  dimpled  hands. 


On  a  time  he  went  away, 
Just  a  little  while  to  stay, 
And  I'm  not  ashamed  to  say 

I  was  very  lonely  then  ; 
Life  without  him  was  so  sad, 
You  can  fancy  I  was  glad 
156 


TEENY-WEENY 


And  made  merry  when  I  had 
Teeny- Weeny  back  again ! 


So  of  evenings,  after  tea, 
When  he  toddles  up  to  me 
And  goes  tugging  at  my  knee, 

You  should  hear  his  palfrey  neigh ! 
You  should  see  him  prance  and  shy, 
When,  with  an  exulting  cry, 
Teeny- Weeny,  vaulting  high, 

Plies  his  lash  and  rides  away! 


157 


Buffercdp,  Poppy, 


/fl 


FcrgreT-nje-not. 


BUTTERCUP 
TOFFY.  FOR- 
GLTMENOT. 


B 


UTTERCUP,  Poppy,  Forget-me-not  — 
These  three  bloomed  in  a  garden  spot ; 

161  n 


BUTTERCUP,    POPPY,    FORGET-ME-NOT 

And  once,  all  merry  with  song  and  play, 
A  little  one  heard  three  voices  say : 

44  Shine  and  shadow,  summer  and  spring, 

O  thou  child  with  the  tangled  hair 
And  laughing  eyes  !  we  three  shall  bring 

Each  an  offering  passing  fair." 
The  little  one  did  not  understand, 
But  they  bent  and  kissed  the  dimpled  hand. 


Buttercup  gamboled  all  day  long, 
Sharing  the  little  one's  mirth  and  song ; 
Then,  stealing  along  on  misty  gleams, 
Poppy  came  bearing  the  sweetest  dreams. 
Playing  and  dreaming  —  and  that  was  all 

Till  once  a  sleeper  would  not  awake ; 
Kissing  the  little  face  under  the  pall, 

We   thought   of   the   words   the    third    flower 

spake ; 

And  we  found  betimes  in  a  hallowed  spot 
The  solace  and  peace  of  Forget-me-not. 


Buttercup  share th  the  joy  of  day, 
Glinting  with  gold  the  hours  of  play ; 
Bringeth  the  poppy  sweet  repose, 
When  the  hands  would  fold  and   the  eyes  would 
close ; 

162 


BUTTERCUP,    POPPY,    FORGET-ME-NOT 

And  after  it  all  —  the  play  and  the  sleep 

Of  a  little  life  — what  cometh  then? 
To  the  hearts  that  ache  and  the  eyes  that  weep 

A  new  flower  bringeth  God's  peace  again. 
Each  one  serveth  its  tender  lot  — 
Buttercup,  Poppy,  Forget-me-not. 


163 


WYNKEN,  Ely uken,  and  Nod  one  night 
Sailed  off  in  a  wooden  shoe  — 
Sailed  on  a  river  of  crystal  light, 
Into  a  sea  of  dew. 

J16T 


WYNKEN,    BLYNKEN,     AND    NOD 

• 

"  Where  are  you  going,  and  what  do  you  wish?  " 

The  old  moon  asked  the  three. 
* '  We  have  come  to  fish  for  the  herring  fish 
That  live  in  this  beautiful  sea ; 
Nets  of  silver  and  gold  have  we !  " 
Said  Wynken, 
Blynken, 
And  Nod. 


The  old  moon  laughed  and  sang  a  song, 

As  they  rocked  in  the  wooden  shoe, 
And  the  wind  that  sped  them  all  night  long 

Ruffled  the  waves  of  dew. 
The  little  stars  were  the  herring  fish 
That  lived  in  that  beautiful  sea  — 
u  Now  cast  your  nets  wherever  you  wish  — 
Never  afeard  are  we  "  ; 
So  cried  the  stars  to  the  fishermen  three : 
Wynken, 
Blynken, 
And  Nod. 


168 


WYNKEN,    BLYNKEN,     AND    NOD 

All  night  long  their  nets  they  threw 

To  the  stars  in  the  twinkling  foam  — 
Then  down  from  the  skies  came  the  wooden  shoe, 

Bringing  the  fishermen  home ; 
'Twas  all  so  pretty  a  sail  it  seemed 

As  if  it  could  not  be, 
And    some    folks   thought   'twas   a   dream    they'd 

dreamed 

Of  sailing  that  beautiful  sea  — 
But  I  shall  name  you  the  fishermen  three : 
Wynken, 
Blynken, 
And  Nod. 


Wynken  and  Blynken  are  two  little  eyes, 

And  Nod  is  a  little  head, 
And  the  wooden  shoe  that  sailed  the  skies 

Is  a  wee  one's  trundle-bed. 
So  shut  your  eyes  while  mother  sings 

Of  wonderful  sights  that  be, 
And  you  shall  see  the  beautiful  things 

170 


WYNKEN,    BLYNKEN,    AND    NOD 

As  you  rock  in  the  misty  sea, 

Where  the  old  shoe  rocked  the  fishermen  three 

Wynken, 

Blynken, 

And  Nod. 


172 


Little  Mi«jfre55 


LITTLE 
MISTRESS  SAMS- 


ITTLE  Mistress  Sans-Merci 
1    Fareth  world-wide,  fancy  free 
175 


LITTLE    MISTRESS    SANS-MERCI 


Trotteth  cooing  to  and  fro, 

And  her  cooing  is  command  — 
Never  ruled  there  yet,  I  trow, 
Mightier  despot  in  the  land. 
And  my  heart  it  lieth  where 
Mistress  Sans-Merci  doth  fare. 


Little  Mistress  Sans-Merci  — 
She  hath  made  a  slave  of  me ! 
"  Go,"  she  biddeth,  and  I  go  — 
"  Come,"  and  I  am  fain  to  come 

176 


LITTLE    MISTRESS    SANS-MERCI 


Never  mercy  doth  she  show, 

Be  she  wroth  or  frolicsome, 
Yet  am  I  content  to  be 
Slave  to  Mistress  Sans-Merci ! 


Little  Mistress  Sans-Merci 
Hath  become  so  dear  to  me 
That  I  count  as  passing  sweet 

All  the  pain  her  moods  impart, 
And  I  bless  the  little  feet 

That  go  trampling  on  my  heart : 
Ah,  how  lonely  life  would  be 
But  for  little  Sans-Merci ! 


Little  Mistress  Sans-Merci, 
Cuddle  close  this  night  to  me, 

And  the  heart,  which  all  day  long 
Ruthless  thou  hast  trod  upon, 


177  12 


LITTLE    MISTRESS    SANS-MERCI 


Shall  outpour  a  soothing  song 
For  its  best  beloved  one  — 
All  its  tenderness  for  thee, 
Little  Mistress  Sana-Herd ! 


178 


ni-sry. 


STRANGE  that  the  city  thoroughfare, 
Noisy  and  bustling  all  the  day. 
Should  with  the  night  renounce  its  care 
And  lend  itself  to  children's  play! 


Oh,  girls  are  girls,  and  boys  are  boys, 
And  have  been  so  since  Abel's  birth, 

And  shall  be  so  till  dolls  and  toys 

Are  with  the  children  swept  from  earth, 
181 


HI-SPY 

The  selfsame  sport  that  crowns  the  day 
Of  many  a  Syrian  shepherd's  son, 

Beguiles  the  little  lads  at  play 
By  night  in  stately  Babylon. 


I  hear  their  voices  in  the  street, 

Yet  'tis  so  different  now  from  then ! 

Come,  brother!  from  your  winding-sheet, 
And  let  us  two  be  boys  again ! 


182 


Little  Boy/Blue 


LITTLE 
BOy  BLUL. 


little  toy  dog  is  covered  with  dust, 
But  sturdy  and  stanch  he  stands ; 
And  the  little  toy  soldier  is  red  with  rust, 
And  the  musket  moulds  in  his  hands. 
185 


LITTLE    BOY    BLUE 

Time  was  when  the  little  toy  dog  was  new, 

And  the  soldier  was  passing  fair ; 
And  that  was  the  time  when  our  Little  Boy  Blue 

Kissed  them  and  put  them  there. 


"  Now,  don't  you  go  till  I  come,"  he  said, 

' '  And  don't  you  make  any  noise  !  " 
So,  toddling  off  to  his  trundle-bed, 

He  dreamt  of  the  pretty  toys ; 
And,  as  he  was  dreaming,  an  angel  song 

Awakened  our  Little  Boy  Blue  — 
Oh!  the  years  are  many,  the  years  are  long, 

But  the  little  toy  friends  are  true  1 


Aye,  faithful  to  Little  Boy  Blue  they  stand, 

Each  in  the  same  old  place  — 
Awaiting  the  touch  of  a  little  hand, 

The  smile  of  a  little  face  ; 


186 


LITTLE    BOY    BLUE 

And  they  wonder,   as   waiting   the    long   years 
through 

In  the  dust  of  that  little  chair, 
What  has  become  of  our  Little  Boy  Blue, 

Since  he  kissed  them  and  put  them  there. 


188 


Heigf^o.My 


TOTCT10, 


MOONBEAM  floateth  from  the  skies, 
Whispering:   "  Heigho,  my  dearie; 
191 


HEIGHO,    MY    DEARIE 

I  would  spin  a  web  before  your  eyes  — 
A  beautiful  web  of  silver  light 
Wherein  is  many  a  wondrous  sight 
Of  a  radiant  garden  leagues  away, 
Where  the  softly  tinkling  lilies  sway 
And  the  snow-white  lambkins  are  at  play 
Heigho,  my  dearie !  " 


A  brownie  stealeth  from  the  vine, 

Singing:   "  Heigho,  my  dearie; 
And  will  you  hear  this  song  of  mine  — 
A  song  of  the  land  of  murk  and  mist 
Where  bideth  the  bud  the  dew  hath  kist? 
Then  let  the  moonbeam's  web  of  light 
Be  spun  before  thee  silvery  white, 
And  I  shall  sing  the  livelong  night  — 
Heigho,  my  dearie !  " 


The  night  wind  speedeth  from  the  sea, 

Murmuring :  "  Heigho,  my  dearie  ; 
I  bring  a  mariner's  prayer  for  thee ; 
So  let  the  moonbeam  veil  thine  eyes, 
And  the  brownie  sing  thee  lullabies  — 
192 


HEIGHO,    MY   DEARIE 

But  I  shall  rock  thee  to  and  fro, 
Kissiug  the  brow  lie  loveth  so. 
And  the  prayer  shall  guard  thy  bed,  I  trow  — 
Heigho,  my  dearie  I " 


193 


13 


f*m 

Fairy  ar)d  Child. 


FAIRY  AND3PP8H 
CHILD. 


O 


H,  listen,  little  Dear-My-Soul, 
To  the  fairy  voices  calling, 
197 


FAIRY    AND    CHILD 

For  the  moon  is  high  in  the  misty  sky 
And  the  honey  dew  is  falling ; 

To  the  midnight  feast  in  the  clover  bloom 
The  bluebells  are  a-ringing, 

And  it's  "  Come  away  to  the  land  of  fay" 
That  the  katydid  is  singing. 


Oh,  slumber,  little  Dear-My-Soul, 

And  hand  in  hand  we'll  wander  — 
Hand  in  hand  to  the  beautiful  land 

Of  Balow,  away  off  yonder ; 
Or  we'll  sail  along  in  a  lily  leaf 

Into  the  white  moon's  halo  — 
Over  a  stream  of  mist  and  dream 

Into  the  land  of  Balow. 


Or,  you  shall  have  two  beautiful  wings  — 
Two  gossamer  wings  and  airy, 

And  all  the  while  shall  the  old  moon  smile 
And  think  you  a  little  fairy ; 
198 


INTO  THE  WHITE  MOON'S  HALO" 


FAIRY   AND   CHILD 

And  you  shall  dance  in  the  velvet  sky, 
And  the  silvery  stars  shall  twinkle 

And  dream  sweet  dreams  as  over  their  beams 
Your  footfalls  softly  tinkle. 


200 


ar>d 


1CHILD  AND  MOTHER  3»l 


/~\    MOTHER-MY-LOVE,    if    you'll    give    me 

^^         your  hand, 

And  go  where  I  ask  you  to  wander, 


203 


CHILD     AND    MOTHER 

I  will  lead  you  away  to  a  beautiful  land  — 
The  Dreamland  that's  waiting  out  yonder. 

We'll  walk  in  a  sweet-posie  garden  out  there, 
Where  moonlight  and  starlight  are  streaming, 

And  the  flowers  and  the  birds  are  filling  the  air 
With  the  fragrance  and  music  of  dreaming. 


There'll  be  no  little  tired-out  boy  to  undress, 

No  questions  or  cares  to  perplex  you ; 
There'll  be  no  little  bruises  or  bumps  to  caress, 

Nor  patching  of  stockings  to  vex  you. 
For  I'll  rock  you  away  on  a  silver-dew  stream, 

And  sing  you  asleep  when  you're  weary, 
And  no  one  shall  know  of  our  beautiful  dream, 

But  you  and  your  own  little  dearie. 


And  when  I  am  tired  I'll  nestle  my  head 
In  the  bosom  that's  soothed  me  so  often, 

And  the  wide-awake  stars  shall  sing  in  my  stead 
A  song  which  our  dreaming  shall  soften. 
204 


CHILD    AND    MOTHER 

So,  Mother-My-Love,  let  me  take  your  dear  hand, 
And  away  through  the  starlight  we'll  wander  — 

Away  through  the  mist  to  the  beautiful  land  — 
The  Dreamland  that's  waiting  out  yonder. 


Gift 


GANDERfLA-^f 
MKSTHEK5 


GIFT 


I 


WAS  just  a  little  thing 
"When  a  fairy  came  and  kissed  me ; 
209  14 


GANDERFEATHER'S    GIFT 

Floating  in  upon  the  light 
Of  a  haunted  summer  night, 
Lo,  the  fairies  came  to  sing 
Pretty  slumber  songs  and  bring 

Certain  boons  that  else  had  missed  me. 
From  a  dream  I  turned  to  see 
What  those  strangers  brought  for  me, 
When  that  fairy  up  and  kissed  me  — 
Here,  upon  this  cheek,  he  kissed  me ! 


Simmerdew  was  there,  but  she 

Did  not  like  me  altogether ; 
Daisybright  and  Turtledove, 
Pilfercurds  and  Honeylove, 
Thistleblow  and  Amberglee 
On  that  gleaming,  ghostly  sea 

Floated  from  the  misty  heather, 
And  around  my  trundle-bed 
Frisked,  and  looked,  and  whispering  said 

Solemnlike  and  all  together : 
"  You  shall  kiss  him,  Ganderfeather  1 " 


Ganderf  eather  kissed  me  then  — 
Ganderfeather,  quaint  and  merry ! 
210 


GANDERFEATHER'S    GIFT 

No  attenuate  sprite  was  he, 
—  But  as  buxom  as  could  be ;  — 
Kissed  me  twice,  and  once  again, 
And  the  others  shouted  when 


On  my  cheek  uprose  a  berry 
Somewhat  like  a  mole,  mayhap, 
But  the  kiss-mark  of  that  chap 
Ganderfeather,  passing  merry  — 
Humorsome,  but  kindly,  very ! 


I  was  just  a  tiny  thing 

When  the  prankish  Ganderfeather 
212 


GANDER  FEATHER'S    GIFT 

Brought  this  curious  gift  to  me 
With  his  fairy  kisses  three ; 
Yet  with  honest  pride  I  sing 
That  same  gift  he  chose  to  bring 

Out  of  yonder  haunted  heather. 
Other  charms  and  friendships  fly  — 
Constant  friends  this  mole  and  I, 

Who  have  been  so  long  together. 

Thank  you,  little  Ganderf eather ! 


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FR0MTHE 

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T  of  the  house  where  the  slumberer  lay 
Grandfather  came  one  summer  day, 
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TELLING    THE    BEES 

And  under  the  pleasant  orchard  trees 
He  spake  this  wise  to  the  murmuring  bees: 
"  The  clover-bloom  that  kissed  her  feet 
And  the  posie-bed  where  she  used  to  play, 
Have  honey  store,  but  none  so  sweet 
As  ere  our  little  one  went  away. 
O  bees,  sing  soft,  and,  bees,  sing  low ; 
For  she  is  gone  who  loved  you  so." 


A  wonder  fell  on  the  listening  bees 

Under  those  pleasant  orchard  trees, 

And  in  their  toil  that  summer  day 

Ever  their  murmuring  seemed  to  say : 
"  Child,  O  child,  the  grass  is  cool, 
And  the  posies  are  waking  to  hear  the  song 
Of  the  bird  that  swings  by  the  shaded  pool, 
"Waiting  for  one  that  tarrieth  long." 
'Twas  so  they  called  to  the  little  one  then, 
As  if  to  call  her  back  again. 


O  gentle  bees,  I  have  come  to  say 
That  grandfather  fell  asleep  to-day, 
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And  we  know  by  the  smile  on  grandfather's  face 
He  has  found  his  dear  one's  biding-place. 
So,  bees,  sing  soft,  and,  bees,  sing  low, 
As  over  the  honey-fields  you  sweep  — 
To  the  trees  abloom  and  the  flowers  ablow 
Sing  of  grandfather  fast  asleep  ; 
And  ever  beneath  these  orchard  trees 
Find  cheer  and  shelter,  gentle  bees. 


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CONTENTMENT. 


ONCE  on  a  time  an  old  red  hen 
Went  strutting  round  with  pompous  clucks, 
For  she  had  little  babies  ten, 

A  part  of  which  were  tiny  ducks. 
"  'Tis  very  rare  that  hens,"  said  she, 

1  c  Have  baby  ducks  as  well  as  chicks  — 
But  I  possess,  as  you  can  see, 

Of  chickens  four  and  ducklings  six !  " 
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CONTENTMENT 

A  season  later,  this  old  hen 

Appeared,  still  cackling  of  her  luck, 
For,  though  she  boasted  babies  ten, 

Not  one  among  them  was  a  duck ! 
"  'Tis  well,"  she  murmured,  brooding  o'er 

.  The  little  chicks  of  fleecy  down, 
' '  My  babies  now  will  stay  ashore, 

And,  consequently,  cannot  drown !  " 


The  following  spring  the  old  red  hen 

Clucked  just  as  proudly  as  of  yore.  — 
But  lo !  her  babes  were  ducklings  ten, 

Instead  of  chickens  as  before ! 
"  'Tis  better,"  said  the  old  red  hen, 

As  she  surveyed  her  waddling  brood ; 
"  A  little  water  now  and  then 

Will  surely  do  my  darlings  good  !  " 
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But,  oh  !  alas,  how  very  sad  ! 

When  gentle  spring  rolled  round  again, 
The  eggs  eventuated  bad, 

And  childless  was  the  old  red  hen ! 
Yet  patiently  she  bore  her  woe, 

And  still  she  wore  a  cheerful  air, 
And  said :  "  'Tis  best  these  things  are  so 

For  babies  are  a  dreadful  care ! " 

I  half  suspect  that  many  men, 

And  many,  many  women,  too, 
Could  learn  a  lesson  from  the  hen 

With  foliage  of  vermilion  hue. 
She  ne'er  presumed  to  take  offence 

At  any  fate  that  might  befall, 
But  meekly  bowed  to  Providence.  — 

She  was  contented  —  that  was  all ! 


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UNIVERSITY  PRESS  : 
JOHN  WILSON  AND  SON,  CAMBRIDGE,  U.S.A. 


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